Without further ado, let's get to some paranormal talk!
My story begins with a Closet Encounter on Elm Street
I'd say I was between 8 and 10 years old, when this happened to me. I wouldn't call it a 'ghost sighting' but more an encounter with the other side. We had moved into a 100-year-old home on Elm Street in a small quaint town in Massachusetts. The house was huge and had lots of nooks and crannies to explore, especially for a curious young kid. Spider webs, bugs, critters, mud, nothing deterred the inquisitive spirit.
Home alone with only my Mom one day, I was on the 3rd floor (attic) exploring when I spotted a thick book up on a high shelf in one of the bedroom closets. I grabbed a ladder, climbed up, and gingerly lifted the book from the shelf and carried it down the ladder. I rested it on one of the steps and examined the aging leather-bound cover. It was a Bible, with a print date of 1833.
The book today
As I flipped it open, I found an old photo, a Daguerrotype image, of a family--a man, woman, and 2 children. Since moving into the house, I had wondered about the people who had lived there before us, and thought that these were the people. I was so excited about this discovery and of course I wanted to share it with my Mom. However, I wanted her to see how I found the book and its contents, exactly.
So I carefully placed the book back where I originally found it. I ran downstairs and as I barely contained my excitement, I shouted, "Mom, come up here and see what I found!" She immediately joined me and we went back up to the attic together, proceeding to the closet where the newly found 'treasure' was located. I climbed up the ladder, carefully removed the book, and showed it to her. I told her about the photo as I opened the Bible to show it to her. To my surprise, it was no longer there. We then looked all around the closet, even lifting floorboards to see if the photo had slipped between the cracks. That day, and for years after, I continued to look for the photo, but it has never been found.
The attic window
That was the first of many unexplained occurrences that I recall experiencing in The House on Elm Street.